New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-16
GOSs and SONS.

forit was the night on which the coun-
try orders were sent i'll.
etGoss and Sons" were iii the shop.
Goss was country grocer; the sons
we're young fellows OF nineteen and
twenty, John and William; the shop
was a. low, wooden ediice, with a
window in front and window round
Che corner, crammed up with mix
lures the most remarkable, and not
set out at all with an eye to effect;
Out the place all together was pretty
roomy, for it rambled away into back
shop. warehouse storehouse, and
Seveu in the family sitting-roona there
was q cupboard full of patent n1edi-
ecInes. It was, in fact, quite g. small
<tstore,' for it was the only shop in
Hepburn. unless we count two or
three cottages with goodies and ap-
eptes ita the windows.
t'Now. lads, look alive" said Mr..
Gross. bustaing about in his glory. He
thoroughly enjoyed his business, the
mixture of fuss, and gossip, and mon
ey-making suited him exactly; and
Ehere was enough interest in the differ
ent fancies of customers, and quail
Lies OF goods, to occupy his time am
K1iy< He looked upon the great shop
keepers in his own trade, much as a
clergyman looks upon the Archbishop
xsaf Canterbury, or even as literary
man upon Shakespeare.
m The three worked on in silence for
some time. ..-
~*fs lttwopenny or threepenny sugar
Mrs Reece takes, father?" asked
William presently.
i. <sDhreepenny, OF course" struck in
John Tnpatiently.
,t'Will never knows what belongs"
ssaid his father "He's always wool
gathering, Will is.''
"Will never supposes anything is
worth thinking about that ism t print.
ed in q book!'' j..
teeH him that Sir BENZ. Sykes house
Keeper does not want common stuff.
What's this? if it's meant for half a
spound, i5's uncommon good weight" :"
<Oh, well! thought a few butter
scotch didn't matter" said VIII, turn
ing crimson.
etRntster scotch drops!'' said John,
picking up mis- ears; "they must be
for Miss Dulcie; she must be home
from school them
ayes, she was in the shop to-day.
We mad two carriages standing at the
door at once!" said old Goss with
pride.
John didn't speak, but he was very
vexed indeed that he had chosen just
e Shat time to slip out about some po-
tessnss. Even to serve Miss Dulcie
uGross the counter with half a pound
of butter-scotch drops was q privilege
/ haaghiy priced by either of these rustic
sadmirers.
well, tying up parcel, gently hum
uned--
euTelI me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
Now begot-how nourished?'
shay, lad, you mustn't talk about
fsncies," said old Goss, mot for many
sBtong year; you needn't blush either
Rm not going to have aught of that
sort here, / can tell you!'
e1I wasn't thinking of anything o
Che kind. Miss Dulcie smiles about
us, know; not but what q great au
D ehor's the equal of any body"
<Miss Dulcle!' said John, looking
gsarrified- s.besides, you're not {
great author, Will, so it's allnonsens
Ealistng.''
<<Not yet, but there's man.
81 ONE had worse begin
sgiassings than me-than I have,
sraean, correcting himself
'eTll tell you what, young man,
said his father, sternly, ''1f you don
4 get a little more sense in your heat
with your readin' and writin' and pc
stry, and ubbish, Tll-I'l - -
Here. father. let's go and draw th
freacle for the Rev. Matthew Barton,
said John.
Will. with a tremendous sigh--th
sigh of the unappreciated, the misur
derstOOd the moment lie was lef
aIone, drew out a book from, behln
soue rolls OF calico, sat upo
the counter, and was 500
lost TO Che shop, the orders. the tea
calico, boots and patent medicines
all but Miss Dulcie. Herbert Spencer
George Eliot, Macaulay and Shakes
s,eare could not drive that ittl
schoolgirl out Of his mind
ft is five years later. The villsg
.shop is shut, but only for the day
The villagers are standing about i
groups; some of the more excitabl
sG,ues have handkerchiefs to their eyes
Walking slowly along the high road
q black procession, the group in iron